Beauty is most definitely in the eye of the beholder when ordinary and even tattered objects become extraordinary and priceless. Because they represent a lifeline that saves me from the unthinkable despair of no longer communicating with you. Because they validate my unwavering belief that a mother’s love has the inexhaustible power to transcend all boundaries and reach you wherever you’ve gone. And what better setting for this most potent love to forge two worlds together than in the boundless, exquisite splendor of nature.
The very first plumage was nine inches long and pure white, starkly erect against a sturdy dark trunk, contrasted under expansive green foliage. A mere two weeks after losing you, as I numbly walked along a dusty park trail, a rookie inmate to the harshest mental mind prison from which there is no genuine escape, just acceptance of its alternating severities of penalty. And yet, the onset of my new vision and the corresponding gift of new eyes, so I can still breathe and find a way to navigate the consuming darkness.
New eyes develop out of the darkest of dark, kindled from a lone resilient spark that refuses to be extinguished by the fire, though suffocated profusely. From that point forward, they enable one’s vision to unceasingly fuse with the heart. A vaster, broader view is established. A vantage point from a higher vista never known of before. Insight into one’s sight.
My old eyes could never perceive the grandeur within these innocuous items and explore their veiled yet captivating significance. But I was certain that if it’s possible to reach you, that you would help me do it. And you would master whatever skills are required on your part as well. You were always exceedingly wise beyond your years, and I am overcome with pride and wonder…
Yes, I implored the universe to expand. I too must expand my vision to see a bigger picture of reality. I need my son’s encouragement, assistance, talent, and skills in order to manifest a new way to communicate. My journey is an earnest desire for truth and spiritual enlightenment. And I would be humbled and thrilled if my small part could in any way contribute to the greater good, the “spiritual uplifting of mankind.” And most definitely, the search for “understanding and wisdom” has become, and will remain, among my top pursuits for the rest of my life.
Newfound vision is the acquired survival tool for communication with a place the eyes cannot see…, at least not for now. Not in verbal language, for words are often superficial and always fleeting. This version of love speaks in silent declarations, knowing thoughts, with resounding assurances, beyond the five typical senses. It is eternal and indestructible….
He was my giant, standing 6’4” with the most radiant smile – so strong, and brimming with talent and charm. He is the only one who could ever help me cope with this altered reality of my previous life, and now he confirmed that he will. He is my angel and with me always, because love is more powerful than life or death, and most assuredly does survive for all eternity.
And just maybe…, there is no chasm at all.